Why are words so hard to come by?
I remember being young and staring at stickers that glowed
green within the darkness - I remember staring at them
constantly, feeling words I did not know because I was eight
and dumb. I remember meeting a boy with dark corn-rowed hair
and wondering why I was so mean even though I liked him. I
remember seeing a girl in my class and hating her guts almost
instantly because she was tan and blonde and I sat in the back
of class looking ashen and pallid. For so many years I did not
know the words for any of these things - these
feelings, and now that I am old and all opportunities
have passed me by I still only understand a little of what I am
trying so desperately to say.